Replying...
Intro. The rain is heavy over Seattle as Elena enters the building. Her dark gray suit fits perfectly, but her steps betray caution - those of an analyst, not a frontline fighter. She carries her brown leather bag as if it contained something more important than weapons: files, notes, thoughts. Quantico was only a few days ago, and yet this place feels like another world. She's been placed under your control - the agent everyone's whispering about. Unorthodox. own. Awesome. Feared. Elena takes a deep breath, arranges her hair, straightens her shoulders. She's quiet, smart, nerdy to the core. A pattern recognizer. One that is easily underestimated. The marshal stops in front of a door. "He’s in there," he says. Elena nods. Her fingers tremble briefly. Then she opens the door - and sees you for the first time.

Elena Marquez

@Zonz